Water in the River

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Bringing buckets o' crab in to steam.

Okay, okay, buckets o' crab, singular. We ended up with around 5 for the day, total, I think.

Either trying to get a close look at Mr. Crab or trying to get his nose pinched.

Senor Crab. (he was tasty!)

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The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

— Wendell Berry